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  • Notnames at the Detroit Institute of the Arts and Hell Fuckin’ Yeah:  Smackdown vs. Raw

    At the Detroit Institute of the Arts the Caravaggio’s no

  • Imagined Corners

    At the corner where the transept cuts the nave,

  • Poem in the Old Style

    At the beginning of the play Hecuba was mourning her great losses. She made lists, blamed the Gods: they could

  • Don’t Bum Out the Musicians

    At St. Paul’s church, the musicians have heard it all.

  • The Rehearsal

    At our first duo rehearsal—Bach’s B-

  • Three poems translated from the Polish by Piotr Florczyk

    At night we stood together on guard,

  • Nesting & a triptych

    At my parents’ house nothing is in boxes, nothing is packed.

  • Armorial and The World is Burning

    At least once or twice a season I take out

  • Code

    At last it's just me and the alphabet.

  • My Shame & Sanctuary

    At first that howl suggests an overbearing parent

  • Cotton Candy

    At first it gives like a sponge, elastically, and you think you’ll only make an

  • Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story

    At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,